That was poignant. I appreciate your condolences; thank you. I think you're quite wrong about there being no genuine sufferers among Jaq's or Jan's following, but message received about my social media career. Perhaps I simply flew too close to the sun. I want(ed) to be famous as a way to take control of my circumstances, but even my closest (internet) friends are telling me that I just don't have the stamina for it, and deep down I know they're right. I've been living happily in obscurity with only one or two close and doting internet friends, whose support has always been more than enough to see me through. I think it's time I go back to the Shire. This was an adventure, but I'm done. I've nuked my Facebook and taken down my Insta from the public eye. I too am out.
No, you wanted to be famous because, per your own words all over reddit, you are deeply mediocre and you lament that you have nothing special about you. You grew up sickly and were waited on hand and foot, and when that stopped you wanted it back. You tried to be an opera singer and your teacher told you that you were mediocre at BEST. You cried to the internet and fished for compliments with “Am I pretty?” photo posts, only for all the posters to rate you a five at best. You have no talents, you have no chronic illness to suck pity from, you post and crosspost pity-bait messages to r/suicidewatch AND r/depression multiple times and worst of all, you have a sneaking suspicion you’re a fucking awful person, confirmed by your own tales of how little you care about other people’s suffering or problems. You wax on and on about your “condolences” to internet people but you couldn’t even muster up enough pity to hold your tongue when your parent’s mother was dying, instead declaring that CHRISTMAS IS RUINED and only being consoled with a lunch outing afterward. You admit you wouldn’t even try to be a caretaker to your own husband, who bends over backwards for you, if he had actually had cancer after his scare, because you find it impossible to care for anyone and it’s your destiny to be waited on by others. The only thing you BEGRUDGINGLY promised him was that you wouldn’t kill yourself after a cancer diagnosis out of fear that no one would be around to take care of you, because then you’d be putting a man with cancer through even more hell. And you
only told him that after being convinced to by a friend who told you how fucking terribly selfish you were acting. You wrote an open letter to your cousin who was there for you when you had problems, and who now had incredibly serious problems of their own, and you made the entire letter all about you and how you have it worse.
You are a self-absorbed, horrible, extremely mediocre basic bitch who faked a serious illness to try and get attention. That rubbish should have stopped when you were eight. Try getting a job you can throw your interests into and stop wasting the internet’s time.
@YourMom'sBox hearts for your optimistic feels about being friends with her, but did you read through all of her reddit posts? She is a REAL piece of garbage. Everything is about how others aren’t doing enough for her, she’s special and needs more from the world, everyone else’s problems are stupid and trivial and hers are the worst.
Possibly the best part was where she ranted about people with cerebral palsy (like her) not being called “victims” of the disease so they don’t sound weak. She raged that she HATED being sick, she HATED the drugs and tests, she HATED being tired, she HATED the pain and people with illnesses just want to get better and not suffer because there’s nothing great about being sick and we need to acknowledge that.
Odd how she did a 180 on that notion. She now embraces her imaginary lupus “like a cherished lover.” No word on whether she’s shagging cerebral palsy on the side as well.
